I like the shape of that sound

I like to think that Superman

Remembers home

Like sails on a windless day

I settle on me

A skin of dust and treachery

Forgotten plans 

In the distance between 

Thought and action

Separation of head and hands

I believe in

Quickly gained and swiftly lost
At the mirror reflecting on myself
At a moment's cost

A poem for a dusty question
Not a country, an imagination
Teeming in the dry
You know for you it shines
But the weather gets lost
In my own mind.

Hope is an open hand


and


In leper's prison
You cannot feel the bars

I wrote a smile
Or went to, at least
But I couldn't spell happiness
With teeth.

Ahh beneath the heaven tree
We said we'd meet
Spreading branches, us beneath,
Soft pulpy lightning
Earth scented moss wicks
And the gentle flames of glossy wings
Fluttering under a lighted moon.

They say that Mars used to cry
That tears would streak her ruddy cheeks
The lonely mother of no one

The Maiden

It isn't fair
To be so beautiful
And still so lost

A carefully made mistake
Where the reeds find the lake
Recalling the cool of your presence
A flower for you, and
A cloud for me. I planned
To write a letter, never sent it.
Can it be enough to enjoy
The present at a moment's notice?

a shallow hollow hell
in this shattered hallowed hull
tell me have you seen the stars
dancing in the null?

a hope too fierce
to fold within this tatter
so escape the blaze of suns
I commission you to go
to where the void lies gentle
and cold is mother to your soul

Oh the flame
The candle burns
Fills the room with shadows
Flickers time till
Fire is the only still
Blisters are for tomorrow

The Truth
And other lies we tell ourselves

A broken branch to keep the snarling beasts of now at bay.

Waiting

Retrace your steps
Foot by foot
Comfortably lost
Drops alone can erase
Tracks so deep
So you can lose yourself
Somewhere new

Surely God understands
The ticking that scratches at the doors
When sleep loiters outside
Sharing a cigarette with someone else

I will draw you forth
When the morning is bitter
To hold you like a breath
Warm against frosted glass
Lost in my own deep snow
Pining for primeval forests
Of my own rumbling ancient past
And a stick to keep the beasts of now at bay

Behind Screen Doors.

We sat in the sand
And watched the sky
Gently curl into the universe
A fat, black cat
With lightning in it's fur

Genesis 18

To pray like Abraham
To blink before the Awesome One
And be, for enemies
One at the altar
Though the gifted Lamb
Is not from but for
Me.

Standing on hollow rock
Hear each footstep echo
And wonder when I shall
Prove stronger than stone
And in the falling, be broken.

Looking back
Is difficult to avoid
As you gaze into the mirror

Origami girl
You have always been square, but
Today a blossom.

April First

I don't need you
I can make myself a fool
Alone

Find rest in your soul
A reaching out, within
Alone
Nevermore
Hope like candle wax
Pools into the Maker's seal
Unbroken
A broken soul,
Forevermore refreshed

Were you in the building
When Samson stole the sky?
I watched the stars fall down to earth
Like tears from Samson's eyes
Pillars stranded, sliced like hair
Covering his bald disgrace.
When Samson brought the ceiling down
We put him in his place.

All blessings flow
Down the mountain
To the sea.
He hides them in the sky
Beyond the clouds
For a lowly one
Like me.

The World's First City

The Curse of Cain
Was the ever fear
Of death that lay
Beyond his walls of safety.

I am most unlike the self
I never yet was,
The me I cannot remember
                                         yet
My marrow can't forget.

Wings too dissimilar
To run along the skins of the air
Reduced and hobbling on rough crusts
I sleep with broken feet
I know no others
For raptured dancing I was born
                                                  before
The day of my birth.

Weak
The glass that stops sound
But shatters at a touch

I want to catch the fluttery
Bird of confusion
Nesting in my stomach

Old gods die slowly
Is it mercy to glance upon them
In the thickness of their blood?
Or will we catch divinity's grim disease
Till sleeves that plunged the dagger deep
Wear the heart of the old one
And the old god is born once more.

Musings on a Sunset's Stamp (Romans 1:20)

Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
When the sunset sails into
Titanic reds
Snarls of eager orange
And yellow, quickly-gone
Snatched into a kingly birth
Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
Could I but catch the sky,
Maybe find your hidden heel
Are your footsteps just too high
For a mind recklessly below
To feel?

I stretch my mind impossibly
Against the chaptered heavens
Fingers run red-soaked words
Thinking through the narrow gate
To someway sail my thoughts on high
And peer at the infinite corner

Dance my bitter brother shadow
I will show you a bigger world
Than your two dimensions know

Softly falling out of favour
I find the web a touch too human
Perhaps a book holds the answer
Instead

The Inward Life

The inward life
The hidden lamp
The caged soul
Forever placed beneath
A cold potter's sky
He said the crown
Is too heavy for fists
And His words grasp
A ponderous universe
So He would know
Still I find my eyes
Gravitating navelly
And I am left a-peek
Beneath fired clay
Aching for the feet
To place light
In every dank corner
Of the whole wide room.

The sign was painted hollow
Like the waves of a cave
But I was a shoal of fish
In a sea of incomprehension
Awaiting the shark

If you only ever look at your feet
You'll never know where you are walking

My Afternoon Friends

Summer Cicadas
You grew young with the year
And sung cadence
As afternoons disappeared
And strolled back outside
With winter in their sleeves
Catching at the falling flowers
And crispening the leaves

Summer Cicadas
Praying on the holy trees
In sombre regalia
For the season's solemnities
Buried by an Autumn puff
Wrapped in gossamer gown
Till measures that you metered out
Pass beyond the sound

Dust the age off your good cheer
I'll fix you up another crafted beer
We can pretend time flies
Off with our luggage
While we forget to care

Pull up a folding chair and sit down
And tell me of our hopes that didn't drown
My, my the oceans were rough
Since back before a hope was enough
I'm glad we've got a few to hang around

In the Promise

To slumber
And not be tossed about
Like an incomplete formula
In the mind of a mathematician
Is a good thing
The solution
Lies in remembrance
Of the Promiser.

Diligence and stepping stones
Make your position sure.
Be forever one step forward
From where you are.
Peter would agree.

The pretty, honest, ugly face
Without makeup
Keeps the mirror clean
And the soul's windows
Open to the fresher air.

Boys shouldn't put it on
Anyway
But it helps, when looking
Through someone else's eyes
To keep the bigger scars
Under covers

My work-day smile
Gets heavy in the long hours
I keep it buttoned on
In case anyone should stare

I've been told to roll the stone
Or at least peer into the cave
But it's hard to face my Maker
With just mine,
On the chance I won't be recognised.

I found a shadow
Deep than fear
I found a spring
Where the water runs clear
I found a path
That leads up from here

I am going to make that book.

Confessions of the Finite Man

I hear you knocking on the sky
But I won't fear the crack and fall
So long as I can watch the universe tumble in.

I used to wrap up warm, waiting for phoenix stars to shine.
Scarf curling like a thick safe snake round my naked neck
Anxious of the deepness overhead, that held up my hope.

Contentment comes down in fluffy foreign whiteness
Tumbling to the man who occupies my shadow,
Standing open in the doorway

We Can't Be Having With Any of This

Mr Moose came a-hump along one day
He wore his special antlers and his newest green beret
He huffed a cigarillo, smoking circles to the sky
And pausing debonairly, watched a grizzly bear pass by.

"Hello Mr Grizzly", Moose gravelly intoned
"Would you care to share a cigarette or did you bring your own?"
"I do not smoke" did grizzly then gruzzily reply
"It's harming to the windpipes and the upper larynges"

"Do you use them much?" said Mr Moose, furrowed in his thoughts
"I do indeed," puffed Grizzly, "As often as I aught.
"For I do the 'Opera' at all the biggest shows"
"Oh!", mused Mr Moose before he quizzled down his nose.

"What is this here 'Opera'? A trick? A song? A speech?"
"Hardly", laughed the bear with glee "For if singing were a peach
"Then Opera'd be raisins tumbling freely from the sky"
"Fair enough" grinned Mr Moose, and promptly said "Good bye"

We
Fragile creatures all
Limbs too small
To reach the ground
For any length of time
Before gravity
Carries us six feet down.

We
Warmed by an inner fire
Breathing the infinite
Like virgin mountain air
Poised on the precipice
To leap
And be carried forever.

Were we strangers
On stranger tides?
Afloat adrift at sea
Counting the waves from the shore.

Haircut (Or, That Thought I Had When I Looked Into The Mirror)

The mirror always looks younger
In the aftermath of a haircut:
Brown strands of time,
No longer hanging from my head
Rather, lying hacked in heaps.
Tufted burial mounds,
Honouring the remains of weeks
This face will never see again.

If God is so good,
Why isn't He me?

Small
The beginning
A seed's shadow at first light
On a stage of lifeless earth
The hint of a fragrance
Suggesting that all things
Will be found small in its branches
Sheltered

Hope
Is the backbone's
Backbone

Go on, ask me

Ask me what a poem means:
I will tell you who I am
And how I got lost on the way to words
To find myself knee deep in a field of pictures.

An evening spent
Getting lost
In the softness of
Your own momentum

Morning

Light bleeds
As light does
From the frazzled curtain veins.

Sleep receeds
As sleep does
From that crackling golden shore.

He pleads
Though he knows
That the dream-waves crash no more.

Today... Remembering

He came down the too-high steps
So that I could hold his infinite hand
And read something in his palms
That I had lost before I ever knew it
Lying rinsed in the cattle-trough
The helplessness who saves the world
One flowering splash of colour
In a world of black and white bones.

You should never pick your nose
When you are sitting on a train
No one wants a booger finger
Pointing at their brain

A Poem

This is one just for you
Electronic ink on a page that scrolls
Like paper used to,
When the desert sands were younger
A few drips of thought
Sucked from a puddle of words
Trapped inside a chunk of bone
By the life-pulse regular as the minutes

This is one just for you
A poem, the last I'll ever write
Till the next one
Something to keep the hidden in sight
Long enough for time
To carry us all to a place for looking back
And gazing like tourists at the Canyon
Full of wonder, emptied of size
Pondering the patient water chisel-work

This is one just for you
A reader wrapped in a mind so alien
You couldn't be me
Hold it like a mirror: Cutting edges.
Silvered backing. Scratch too deep
And there'll be nothing to look at
Only a web of words glued
To the corner of an evening
Waiting for the fly to stray too far.

Just a Rhyme to Pass the Time

How do you keep a secret
When a secret doesn't keep?
Can you refrigerate it overnight
Before you go to sleep?
Can you stop it keeping you awake
By counting all those sheep?

He loved everything enough,
To lose it all for me
I cannot look him in the eye
Afflicted on that tree

With the strength of three men
I will hold a summer flower
Up against the wall of my name
Gifting life like graffiti
To the hard empty stone

With the strength of two men
I will pour the cool water
And wrap a cotton blended waist
Reaching first for the feet
Most heavy skinned in dust

With the strength of me alone
I will hold myself at arms length
A cat curled on black leather
Purring unearned contentment
In some dusty forgotten alcove

I smell your smile a mile away
Meditating in other people's expressions
Like the soul of the old oak tree
When the front yard now huddles in pale exposure

Regret

A line in the sand that bears your footprint.

A fork in the road that's two ways to wrong.

A framed photo of an absent guest.

Speech-notes that never leave your pocket.

A drowning swimmer in a dried up sea.

A ghosting fox in a forest of rustling thoughts.

Sheets still tangled in last night's sleep

The seep of water between slippery fingers.

The stuck hands of a stopped clock.

The monster wearing in your worn reflection.

The hand that leads down tree-lit streets when the night aches too brightly to put on companied stillness.

My Brother keeper

I'm the reason that Creation
Bled
Tearing through the garden as I
Fled
Fists that shook the heavens clenched in
Dread
He seeks for me, and only sees the
Dead.


My Father is a painter all in
Red
His brush is every hair upon my
Head

I'm alive because my brother's
Dead.
He looks at me through Him
Instead.

Here Lies the Smile

Dither then a while and see
A sliver of a smile from me
All paranoid and full of glee
A Polaroid facsimile.
By heartlessly effected grin
You have been played and suckered in

For what it is you seem to spy
Is only on my face, not I!

Sunset

Tis happy when
The daylight dies
When softer moon and stars arise

Tis joyful when
The sun bleeds on
The skin of distant horison

With glee today
Is history
Tomorrow may yet never be

How it aches
When bloodied claws
Castigate the midnight pause

And so I wait
When dawn arrives
That moment sweet
When daylight dies.

Procrastination

Waiting for enough time to pile up
Like folds of cream
A crashing wave, sucking with eager lips
At the sands of plans
Till in the tumble of scattered seconds
Who hide their preciousness
Like breath smuggled underwater
Realization dawns in my warming chest
At once urgent and diffuse
An alarming wail,
Spilling through a thousand alleyways
Birthed by the kiss of a brick
On a single glassy pane.

A Walk

I will cut through the grasses in the night
A sea asleep at the knees
Rustling waves to keep me in the light
Hanging fat in heaven's window.

I'm too heavy to sink beneath this surface
Forever ill and at my ease
Peace an antidote for poisons
I do not have, at war inside of me

A snatch of verse scratched out on paper
Crinkled in a crumpled fist
I'll let you know when I finally get them down
And not the other way around.

Friends

Stranger
Tell me
Would you walk a mile
With my shoes
In step with yours?

Some of the shape of the sound
Slips in deep
A stiletto in an unexpected dark
Black and warm
I am comfortable like a couch
That's seen too much wear
All frayed and unafraid
But warmed by some foreign sun.

Awaken patience
And put him on a lead
Tie the string so tightly
You and I will smile on the
Other side of our faces
Like the sunrise
On two different planets

Future Rainbows (Draft 1)

The seasons change
And im old and grey and clouded
Grown great in my insignificance
A singe speck skudding in the skyHuddled beneath infinity

I wish I had a star’s bravery
To watch the darkness gobble up
The light of a billion billion others
And yet stubbornly to shine
As though it makes a difference

The atmosphere is deep today
Heavy like the blood slugging to my brain
But I’ll wait through the deluge
For the greys to be rinsed away
By future rainbows.

To create something beautiful?
A gasp, a thought, a sunrise
Or not
Either way
To sit and watch the sifting
As the internet slowly passes me by

We all are
Fingers through the wool
Lost in the thick of it

Heart

They say you've gone wicked, rogue,
Roving away with limbs unfettered
Unguarded.
It was only on my sleeve
That you ever had your biggest say
And I
Was tumble swept along your way

What single word could ever hold a hope
To candle up your vacant hollow room
Discarded
Thoughts jumbled on the walls
Paper thin, like the cuts whose healing seems
So slow
At least you misplaced the key to my dreams

I want you back, not the least because
You'll always be the marrow of my soul
This started
Like a promise, but ended in a curse
I'll leave you in the mirror, gazing
Lost
To my own reflection.

Learn to leave your shadow behind
A fallen comrade on this bitter battlefield
Don't carry it in the space beneath your eyes
A weight to pull your gaze softly behind
To turn your home-bound feet aside
You'll never leave this broken ground
While regrets thick gravity moulds you down

A New You

Sooner or later
Always comes along
The question remains:
Will you have let it go
Or still be holding on?

I play your tune, from time to time
The gentle reset of the mind
Timidity expressing the words so hard to find
Are hidden unbidden and rise to the front
When the rythm starts to chime

There is no music in my car
During the daily dawn commute
Devoid of the voice of song
Empty of the thoughts of emotion.
It seems somehow fitting,
One humming can in a random stream,
 Losing the froth and foam of freedom
To the sole accompaniment of the noise within

It wouldn't be theft
To roll you up
Iron out the creases
And tuck you away
To be my rainy day

I wake you break me down
I sleep you hang around
I fall you are the ground
Bouncing makes a crunchy sound

Things march on
As they often do
With no one keeping pace
While everyone falls far behind
And further back from grace.
But that's quite ok
Because she always crosses at the finish
Arm-in-arm
With the last runners in the race.

To be young and fresh feathered
At the edge of trying's nested weaving
To be perched on a rim
A thought away from freedom's wings
Never to unclench those twigs of thought
What if I couldn't learn?
What if I found the ground
So much quicker than I found the sky?

To escape
To carry the sea in a colour
And paint the world in prints
Hands and heart and feet
All sticking out of sleeves
Remembered for what they are
Seeking metamorphosis
And in that pupal soup to find
Gravity's solution

I'll have an ear on the world
And hear with virgin mind
The questions
That have no answers
The ones I long to find.

Not Anymore

I don't dream
Anymore
I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
If I weren't me
Who would be left
To carry all my years
Of missing out on being someone else?

the chips were leperous with flavours

There is a string
Thick with thread
That jostles me to and fro

A thief that steals the distance
I would add
To keep me far enough away from you

I never got my head around
Before it got the thread around me

I guess a string
Is a simple thing
Compared with being stuck
With what I said.

I didn't
Or rather I did
But
I wish I hadn't

Folded into my washing
Pile on the bed
Sunken beneath an ocean
Slinking out my head

Back to Who I Am.

It's easier to go on unchanged
Than to face the uncertainty of pupation
Or the agony of the chrysalis
Or the entropy of forward motion
It's easier to ossify
To live life in shoes
That never bid the earth good bye
I think that's why.

zombies do not dream

My shining shadow
My fading sun
Atlantis' journey
Has begun

It's not the mirror that reflects
But the light

I wrote you a letter
Which you never read
But that's ok
Some things don't need to be heard
Just said.

Not funny like a laugh
But funny like that kid
Who's life's a joke
The kind with no punchline

A depression
Is a hole in the ground
Depression
Is the hole that I've found

Somedays
I pray for you when you're not looking
I like to think
That sometimes you're better
For knowing me.

Genie

Wishless and luckless and free
What am I to find to be?

A silence of the mind
A silence of the soul
Silence makes the world go round
But talking keeps you whole